Текст песни Fuck 'EM! - Kcardie

The only, the only label, Imma say this
The only label I would ever sign to is probably YSL (Woo)
YSL or QC?
Nah, YSL bruh
We go up
We go up
Fuck all them niggas that's talking about me
Fuck all them bitches that's talking about me
Fuck all them niggas that's doubting and doubting
I fuck on that bitch and I kick that hoe outty
Why the fuck these niggas worried about me?
Pop pop pop pop and I skrt out the party
If it ain't no money I ain't worried about it
Niggas be mad trynna murder Kcardie
I just push my team I lift them up, yeah
We just get the bucks and flip them up, yeah
I just took my legs I kick them up, yeah
We in 2020 kick the cup, yeah
They trynna figure out where I'm at
How many racks on my head
Nigga got racks on the racks
Nigga got burgundy bag
We in the whip push it fast
You know I'm just loving to brag
You know I'm just loving the cash
You know I'm just loving the stacks
You know I'm just loving to rap
You know I'm just loving the racks
Having it that is on that
Having the cactus no jack
Run it up, Digital Dash
Turn his ass to a hashtag
Nigga we up and that's facts
Yeah I'm on stage with my slatt
I just heard the bird call, slatt slatt slatt
Sounding like a world war, slatt slatt slatt
I don't even think I heard of y'all
He talking down then he get burned off
Fuck all them niggas that's talking about me
Fuck all them bitches that's talking about me
Fuck all them niggas that's doubting and doubting
I fuck on that bitch and I kick that hoe outty
Why the fuck these niggas worried about me?
Pop pop pop pop and I skrt out the party
If it ain't no money I ain't worried about it
Niggas be mad trynna murder Kcardie
Niggas be mad trynna murder the (Woah)
Niggas be mad trynna murder the goat
Sting like a bee and I'm making 'em float
She trynna ride, trynna ride on banana boat
She trynna slurp, trynna slurp like some Danimals
She going crazy she look like an animal
Counting this green I'm counting this cantaloupe
These bitches tuned in ain't no changing the channel hoe
How many guns you own?
How much damn cash you got?
They want me to put 'em on
You know that shit cost a lot
Talk down we gon' push the block
Talk down we gon' wet the block
She trynna suck on this cocky cock
Fuck all them niggas that's talking about me
Fuck all them bitches that's talking about me
Fuck all them niggas that's doubting and doubting
I fuck on that bitch and I kick that hoe outty
Why the fuck these niggas worried about me?
Pop pop pop pop and I skrt out the party
If it ain't no money I ain't worried about it
Niggas be mad trynna murder Kcardie